I Wasn't Wearing Panties Pt. 2

Are you ready?!

Disclaimer, I say like a lot, use the word fuck way too much, and go on a lot of digressions. Have fun!

SO,

We ended part one, which if you have not read yet you need to. This post won’t make much sense if you don’t ;)

We ended part one with me arriving home via the baby sister taxi and I was all fine and dandy.

Buttttttt (hehe)

You’re probably wondering… what about her fucking car? What happened next?!

Well, obviously my car was still at D’s house lol And if if I recall correctly, I arrived home after my then husband was already asleep and then covertly got into an Uber at like 5:00 in the morning. How this managed to happen I don’t know but my memory could definitely be muddied. ANWAYYYYYY, I Ubered to D’s house to go pick up my car and then drove back home. D had no idea I had even done it. That morning he sent me a good morning snap and asked me when I was going to get my car. I had already been back home by then lol But he seemed hella disappointed that I had already picked up my car.

And that my friends, was the moment I got fully sucked in.

I had to. Like I just had to

I don’t really remember much about our conversation that day. I knew I went to work and so did he.

OPSIE Digression

And I believe my parents were coming into town. They all came up for an event that we were attending for my nonprofit. I was supposed to see the guy I was topping that Friday night. So I had told my parents that I already had plans for that night but they could chill at my house with my sister if they wanted. But I never heard from that guy that night. I did the following morning but he had a habit of ghosting me randomly and I didn’t care enough to do anything about it.

Ok back on track 🚂🚂🚂

So I snapped D and asked him if he was free later. He said Yes. I went back to D's house that following night because I needed to know, because let me tell you, he had claimed he had a good size cock. Not that we really talked a whole lot about that cuz I wasn't into that and thank God he wasn't that kind of guy that sent dick pics. But I was like I need to see if this guy can live up to what I see. So I went back to his house and I didn't smoke any weed this time because I was fucking terrified. We chilled and chatted and he smoked and then we had sex…

And whoooooo buddy did he live up to his claims and beyond. He is so so far beyond any other guy out there. It. Was. Amazing. Like no guy, no guy had ever made me come on my own, including my ex husband, by doing it on their own without toys or anything. And even with toys I had to do it for myself. Never in the whole time I was sleeping around. This didn’t just apply to men it was the same with women. So the fact that D was able to do that, on our very first night 🤯🤯🤯Now technically, he did not make me cum on our first round of sex, but I was definitely putting up a lot of resistance. It was too good. I didn’t want him to be right. Plus I was still a little to in my head for the first half. I didn’t want it to be easy for him, but the sex.

The fucking sex was incredible, like absolutely incredible. I could feel, I could feel everything, the regular fucking sex held me in a constant state of almost cumming. That had NEVER happened before. And then, then he finally made me come, and it was probably one of the best orgasms I've had in my entire life. And this is the part I’m the most embarrassed about from the whole shebang… he made me cum so hard I squirted… no one had ever, EVER made me do that before. EVER. I only vaguely knew I could do it and always assumed it was something only I could make happen at random.

hehe I love Gordon.

Now he's given me many many many many many other absolutely amazing orgasams since then. Those will be detailed at a later date. But I was just like flabbergasted, gobsmacked, I just couldn't, I couldn't contain what was inside of me.

I said to myself “oh my God I have to keep sleeping with this guy.” I was literally addicted to him, I'm still addicted to him. The night ended so well. We really had a lovely evening. And I think we ended up having sex 2 or 3 times before I left, hella fucking late. That's why I kept going back to him. Because the sex was so good. The Sex was So. Good. You’re probably thinking, oh they probably only had so much sex cuz it was the first time. NOPE. Wrong again lol the 2 or 3 round thing is a standard for us. It’s WAY higher if we have to spend any significant time apart.

I had no idea what was coming (heh). I had no idea that every time I went back we would develop the coolest friendship I’ve ever had to this day. I didn’t know how much I would start to long for our conversations over a joint in the kitchen. And ache for his existence and I definitely didn’t know how amazing being loved by him would feel… even better than the sex.

There's so many other stories I can't wait to tell you. Like there was one point where I almost ruined it by saying something totally stupid and I'm so glad I didn't because here we are and I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life and I'm so God damn excited but our first night was Fucking. Wild.

Tootleloooos!

Taylor Cecelia Brook